|Temple Adas Israel, Sag Harbor, Long Island|
|The Susan Anne, out of New London, CT|
|Mashomack, the North Ferry, out of Shelter Island Heights, L.I.|
|Sunrise, the South Ferry, out of Shelter Island, L.I.|
Could I do that?
He was a human being like everyone else--I'm paraphrasing Teacher, Companion, Guide: Rediscovering Jesus in a Secular World by Erik Walker Wikstrom--
but also not like everyone else in this way: his faith, belief, and trust in God were deeper, his relationship with the divine more intimate, his awareness clearer. He was so in touch with the sacred as to be one with it.
In that spirit, I've been able to put my arms around Jesus and Yom Kippur, both, this year. Not only that, but I didn't fast (unlike poor Julia, who couldn't even drink water). And after a marathon of two hours of Kol Nidre service on Friday night, and three-plus hours of morning services on Saturday, we went to the beach.
|Rae and Margie, Sag Main Beach|